My father's mother died of cancer... I was at her wake and funeral...
My father's father died also of disease... I wasn't at his. My dad didn't want me to miss a day of school. He resented his father for beating him and never took me to visit him, and never visited him himself. He didn't want me around him. When someone at the funeral asked where I was, he told the truth... that I was at school and he didn't want me to miss a day of school! I didn't even know he was dead until after the funeral.
An old woman, Mrs. Roots, who lived in our building died and me and my mother popped into the wake, I saw her dead in her coffin, my mother signed the book thing, and we popped out...
My mother's stepfather abused her when she was a kid so she was just like, "He's dead now" when he died... I saw the grave; the tombstone was handmade and very amateurish, and the people who made it didn't even have skill, let alone talent! It was something a little kid could have made!
My father's uncle Dan died but I had a volunteer session at the vets' hospital the day of the funeral so didn't go. My dad complained about the outrageous way Dan's wife Audrey acted there.
Christopher Gallant, a boy who went to the high school I went to in grade 11 died in his sleep one night. They were doing an autopsy to determine if drugs were involved. He was in grade 10; he was pretty popular, a good student and into sports, and many people were sad. His parents made a speech later on that year... I don't think I ever met Chris though.